I find the poem Daddy by Sylvia Plath relatable in some way. The only difference is that Sylvia referred to his father. At the same time, I have experienced physical and verbal abuse from my mom in my situation. And Sylvia's father is dead while my father had another family, and my single mom is living here with me. When I was a child, I hated my mother for treating me like that. Hurting and saying things that she regretted having me and so much more. Maybe that's why I also loved making poems; although I'm not that good, I can create one. Like Sylvia is doing, I can express my emotion by writing poetry and artworks such as paintings and drawings.
Going back, I have learned, considering the speaker's age, that she tries to reminisce the past events with his father. The fact that she hates him so much that she also loved him impacted how powerful Love can be. That both Hatred and Love can have the flame that one of them would consume you, or you can make a balance over it. Love and Hatred are two different emotions that can be found in an individual. It is the same as feeling the type of mixed-emotion towards somebody important. When I was a child, I can't explain why do I feel like hating the person who's hurt me, but at the time, I am still wanting their Love because I know I need it. Sometimes no matter how pessimistic a person can be to you, you can always find ways to appreciate them. It is like suffering from an emotional ambivalence that, in reality, has already been a part of us. Because we can't avoid these emotions, no matter how hard we try to feel numb, it will always be there waiting. Just like Plath, these experiences had huge impacts on me while growing up. The feeling of ending all things is as same as what she did when she turned 20. Sometimes all those happenings can make you have negative thoughts about life and purpose. Too bad she ended hers. You see, problems will be there. Failure makes us stronger, even if it means creating an emotional distance.
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